"Can you give me the lube?" The plan had been to keep that close to him but he had no idea where on the table it was with Stiles spread out on it. Holding out his hand, the older man waited for the familiar shape of the lube to be placed in his hand so he could pour some on his fingers to warm the clear liquid between the digits. Spit wasn't the right lube to use, especially not with the thickness of his own fingers. They'd make it dry and uncomfortable because Stiles preferred not to be stretched completely, he wanted to feel some of the burn of entering.

A slicked index finger pushed inside after feeling around, smearing some of the lube around the ring with that which made the penetration easier. The hole widened as the muscles relaxed more, letting in the one finger easily when it found the second ring of muscle, gaping for a moment in reflex and then tight heat when it closed around the finger. Moving it almost all the way out before pushing it back in, he added his middle finger as well, wishing he could see the way the body was accepting his fingers to prepare it for more. Not that it was sufficiently prepared for the Hale's girth yet.

The whole process of Derek lubing up his fingers was kind of a blur to Stiles, but when the fingers started entering and stretching him, another throaty and somewhat relieved moan left his half-open mouth. It already felt so dry from all the panting and he attempted to wet them with a flick of his tongue. Frankly, it was an unconscious movement, because all his attention was now on the thick fingers rubbing so wonderfully against his tight walls, driving him crazier for more with each push and pull.

Derek leaned back to where his mouth had been, licking the perineum and up to nose at the sensitive balls there.

His hips found the slow rhythm Derek was dictating and pushed back to meet each thrust and those maddening licks on that very sensitive patch of skin. Derek knew him all too well. How to melt and render him into a half-conscious, instinct-driven being at his mercy. Though it all was going faster than usual. Stiles wasn't sure if it was because they haven't been together like this for weeks, or perhaps the pull of the upcoming Full Moon (and seriously, why could he feel it now?)... or maybe both? He had no idea, but it didn't really matter in that moment when he was practically already riding Derek's fingers and face so wanton and shamelessly, trying to make him at least curl those damned fingers.

"Curl them for... fuck's sake!" he whined, head bumping back against the hard surface of the table, knuckles turning white from the firm grip on the edges.

There was a fleeting smile at Stiles' bossiness. That would never change, no matter who was the top in their sexual escapades. Derek didn't have it in him that much to be a dominant in bed, he was because he knew his mate enjoyed him being one but being more submissive came easier, felt more natural and with Stiles often taking the lead like that, it felt comfortable for Derek as well. Not that the Hale would always listen to what the bossy human demanded of him, like now. They were already going faster than he had intended to, though that was mostly because doing it on a kitchen table didn't ask for slow love making.

"I'm showing my love," Derek shushed against the heated skin, kissing the inside of a quivering thigh without curling his fingers as instructed. Instead he removed them and licked inside the loose hole, in and out with his tongue to add more spit to the mess of wetness. The taste of lube still wasn't great, no matter that they had purchased the edible kind but that was the same with that underwear you were supposed to be able to eat. It tasted like candy paper and that... well that wasn't anything the wolf had ever liked because it was a chemically flavored fiber. He was more into using whip cream or chocolate and anything edible if it comes to mingling the taste of sex with food items. Something they should do some day, so he could finally take his time licking his boyfriend for as long as he wanted to.

"Showing your love... with curled fingers is even better..." Stiles mouthed back half-coherent from all the licking and teasing and the sounds of more lube being applied and then finally... finally the fingers rubbed against the spot where Stiles needed it the most.

Adding some extra lube on his fingers while he was tonguing Stiles, not two but three fingers returned this time, and two of them curled to get at where Stiles wanted them. That fleshy nub inside which could create sparks of pleasures if done right. As if Derek was saying: here you go, you demanding imp. Derek loved it though, loved feeling through the state of the other body how close Stiles was to orgasm, the sounds he made, the scents surrounding them.

Stiles was burning for it and the sparks flew, indeed. So well in fact, that his whole body tensed and arched on the tabletop and one of his hands had to shoot down when he felt some clear fluid squirt onto his stomach as if Derek was milking him. Usually having such a mini-orgasm accompanied by the prostate fluid came after a few minutes of rubbing against that spot in him. But now it was too intense and too close to undoing him for good, so his long fingers had to clamp down on the base of his slick cock to stop himself from coming too soon.

His desperate yell echoed through the loft and his wet ass clamped down hard around Derek's fingers. This was pure torture! Because he wanted more of this, but his body seemed to be too sensitive and responsive for its own good. Even more than usual. Not to mention the magic. It was more or less staying away from Derek, but it was sneaky and was getting closer to him when Stiles' control slipped. The air was warming up around him, as if his aura was about to catch on fire and the first amber veins and tendrils appeared over his shoulders.

He didn't dare to ease up his grip around his cock as he was panting hard for air. "Please... stop for a sec... or not... dunno anymore..." he babbled, clearly fighting hard for some control over his body.

"Shhhh, it's okay, nothing bad is going to happen anymore." Stiles' magic felt like it was about to get out of control so Derek did stop, pulling out his fingers so Stiles was able to catch his breath. If it was the right thing to do, he had no idea either, because the magic seemed to want them to get together in all the ways possible instead of stopping. The air was full of magic though, maybe it disliked being denied from flowing over into Derek. Thing was, if he let it, there was no going back, they'd get overwhelmed quickly by the intensity. But, or so he reasoned, it would give Stiles some of his control back.

Derek didn't need to see to know where it was, the magic, there was a warmth to it, pulsing to where it was close under his mate's skin and it was closer to the wolf than he had thought. Not for the first time he did wonder how sentient the energy really was. It certainly behaved like it had some sort of intelligence. Reaching for the warm skin with his fingers, he felt it react, felt it curl around his hand and wrist at the initial contact. And he allowed it to enter him to give Stiles the breather he needed.

There was instant pleasure and he knew what it wanted but it needed to learn that Stiles was in control of it and not the other way around. Was this the backlash of summoning that much? It could be, it certainly acted as if it belonged with Derek as much as it did with Stiles and it wasn't as pushy anymore now that contact wasn't denied. It needed work. Stiles must have lost some of his control, which was understandable with everything that happened.

Standing up, Derek felt his way to Stiles' lips so he could kiss him. "How does it feel now?"

"Bit better..." he sighed against Derek's lips. It was true. Some of the building pressure seemed to have eased a little bit once Derek let the magic to him. The second it entered the wolf through the offered arm, Stiles' skin broke out in goose bumps all over his body. It was a pleasurable feeling to him too and at the same time he could somehow think a bit clearer, his control a bit firmer over his body and powers.

"It's the leftover portion from last night... The yet unsettled one," Stiles said as explanation. Because he could feel the difference between the vast amount of magic they were already storing – Stiles in his Spark and Derek in his werewolf body somehow. This was the excess, overflowing magic that neither of them was able to take last night because it was too much for both of them. This was what made Stiles skin glow for hours like ember marble after the spell. "It'll need a home in us."

It was true. The druid couldn't just send it back to the Nemeton or wherever it might have come from. They'll have to make room for it in them. And what a better way to do that than during a mating?

Stiles didn't say it but Derek knew what the magic meant. It was the Nemeton's magic, no wonder it felt so unruly. Technically it had no business with them but they couldn't exactly give it back either, it was too dangerous so they had to make sure it was going to behave. Each time they had made 'new' magic, it had needed time to settle with the Spark but they both hadn't been at their strongest so that's why it probably took a while longer. The mating would help or they were going to have to do the balancing ritual soon again. Either way, they were going to deal with it. Right now, they deserved to have their attention elsewhere.

Stiles experimentally loosened his hold around his still rock-hard cock and slowly smeared some of the wetness down on it before he let it go. "I'm okay now. Please, continue..." he said and his free hand found Derek's hair by his nape and pulled him in into a proper kiss, not caring about the wetness of his beard, or how it tickled his chin. He wanted to taste himself on Derek's tongue. So he did exactly that, growling – yes growling! – low in his throat in satisfaction.

The thickness of his beard seemed to have a downside to it, with it getting dirty way easier but as long as Stiles wasn't complaining, Derek had no plans on shaving, it wasn't as if he could see it. The idea of having to offer his throat to a stranger for a haircut and a trim was way too much to think about right now, he'd rather offer throat to Stiles instead. Plundering the eager lips, he tested the sturdiness of the table by leaning on it with one knee. Nothing groaned in protest, nor table or mate.

"How much prep do you need?" It wasn't that he didn't want to get back to what he had been doing but maybe it was time for the next step if Stiles was okay with that as well. “You feel wet enough." And that was no joke, Derek could smell the lube and spit, Stiles must be drenched down there because there had been some thorough preparing done. Maybe thorough enough and that's why the magic had been so impatient? It swirled inside of him, eager for more, eager for them to connect.

"Think I've got more prep than necessary since I nearly came!" Stiles chuckled, loving where this was going. He shamelessly feasted his now open eyes on the gorgeous man half-kneeling above him, cock thick and dark and glistening at the tip. He wanted that in him. Like yesterday! His whole body... no, his whole being was burning for it. He was also very happy that no triggers were stepped upon so far, because he'd have hated it if something ruined this between them.

They had to reconnect on this level too. Balancing the magic and staying close together weren't enough to maintain healthy bonds for long. But besides all that, Stiles just craved Derek's touch and kisses and body and even more than all of those the moment their souls would merge. He was curious how that would go this time. It never happened with Derek having a full soul. And it was pretty fucking amazing and overwhelming even when he had only half of it. So Stiles was kinda trying to prepare himself for... he didn't know what. But he wanted it. The magic wanted it badly too. To find its vessels.

His eyes were dimly glowing as he slid his hands down on Derek's back and down to his ass to squeeze the firm globes. Then he fumbled for the bottle of lube and squirted some into his palm, warming it up.

"I'm gonna slick you up and I really hope you want to finally bury yourself into me, because I'm quite literally burning up for it," he chuckled hoarsely and reached down to wrap his fingers around the wolf's proud cock, smearing the lube all over it with slow but thorough moves. "I miss you like crazy from me..." the younger man mouthed against Derek's throat then licked and lightly bit into his neck as motivation.

The bite to the neck garnered Stiles with a growl, playful and full of need because he wanted to bury himself within the human. He was achingly hard and wanted nothing more than to make love to this amazing man splayed out on the kitchen table.

"Do you know that's how the French say ‘I miss you’? The literal translation means 'I'm missing from you’." Leaning closer, Derek made sure he was close to the ear when tracing the shell with his lips. "Tu me manques."

"No... I didn't know... But I like it," Stiles breathed, a shiver running down his spine as his cock throbbed too. If Derek turning him on with just telling the truth worked for him, then Derek speaking in foreign languages to him was doing an even better job.

With those French words, Derek guided himself to the opened rim of his soulmate's body so he could slowly push into him all the way. He didn't stop until he was fully in Stiles and only then gave him the time to adjust. Derek wasn't good at pausing when it was just the tip, sometimes it was better to go all the way and let it all get used to the girth. He kissed Stiles' throat as he rested above him, leaning on his elbows.

Stiles couldn't ponder too much on the new discovery about the foreign speaking Derek, because he was distracted by the thick cock finally pushing all the way in. The slight burn was like welcoming an old friend as he pushed against the hard length with a low moan. His head fell back onto the table, giving Derek the perfect opportunity to kiss the long column of his throat. And the stretch was... it was nearly too much yet so perfect. This was... this was nothing like any of the times during the wolf's heat. This was exactly what Stiles wanted and dreamed about and once or twice even jerked off to under the shower when Derek was unconscious from the potions and he couldn't take it anymore. And it was so much better too, because those times he was crying from not knowing if he was ever going to be able to get this thanks to the impending insanity.

"I love you, Stiles." As if there was any doubt about it but Derek needed to say it and he was going to say it as often as he could because that was something he'd struggle with otherwise. It was so easy to get used to it being known to not say it at all anymore, as if a few times were enough. It never was. It had to be felt and shown and said. And this was his way of doing it all.

Now the human’s eyes welled up with tears of joy and he didn't even realize that until the first drops ran into his hairline from Derek's confession. It made his heart leap painfully strong in his chest and it also felt as if a dam just broke through inside of him. A dam that made him careful, which unwittingly shielded a part of his emotions from Derek even if otherwise he always tried to be open towards him through the bonds. He never tried to cut himself off, but this small part of him was shielded by instinct. Perhaps survival instinct. To keep something so close to his core just for himself, to be left with a part of him in case something bad happened. Like Derek going insane and Stiles being left alone for life with his unrequited feelings. Or something even worse.

It was a close call, but that luckily wasn't the case. Because Derek just confessed his love and everything felt just so... perfect to Stiles that he couldn't keep the tears or his feelings in check anymore. He let them both flow freely as his arms held Derek tight and still in his body.

The moment Derek had pushed inside the warm body and held there, the magic acted even more unruly than it had before, as if it rejoiced with them. A victory because they were doing what it needed them to do, only, they were doing it because they wanted it and Derek felt himself grumble a little at the magic, which was... about as insane as his mind should be right about now. Grumbling towards magic as if it was a sentient being, a disobedient creature. Not a pet, he didn't want to call anything pet anymore ever again. No, wait, not thoughts he wanted to have at this very moment. Though it did help him to stay quietly there without moving.

Stiles was quiet too, a mess of emotions and smelling of tears which confused Derek and at first he thought he had done something wrong. Had he entered too soon? Was it a flashback? The acid scent of panic wasn't there and though the heart was beating louder than it usually would, it wasn't in that alarming rate it had right before a panic attack. Lifting his head, he sniffed more pointedly and leaned in, feeling the wetness of tears on his beloved's cheeks. He felt happy though. Were these happy tears? Derek never had happy tears so he was unfamiliar with the notion. Concerned for Stiles' well-being, the wolf was confused by all the conflicting messages he got.

"Stiles?" He was half-tempted to pull out but he didn't want to yet, unless Stiles would tell him to. It felt good, he wanted to move and make love instead of making his partner cry. It could be a trigger, because the heat had done a number on the human even though he barely had talked about it. For Derek it was already an accomplishment they could do this without him freaking out himself, without running to a shower because of the scents. But if this was too much for Stiles, he'd stop, immediately and without any regrets. This had to be a safe space for both of them. “I can't see you and it all feels very conflicting so I don't..."

He didn't know if he should have moved already or not.

Stiles sniffed a few times and took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself and the magic down. "I'm good. I promise... I'm just so fucking happy," he chuckled wetly and wiped his face with the back of his hand. "Sorry... Just too moved and relieved..." he confessed. It was true. It felt as if a huge weight was lifted off his chest and relief began spreading through him, seeping through the bonds too so Derek knew he was telling the truth.

"I love you too, you know. So much. Was so scared I'd lose you forever," he whispered, for a moment daring to let Derek take a peek behind the strong facade he had to put on for so long to be there for Derek, to support, guide and help him through the worst while Stiles was terrified deep down.

Oh good, so he had understood it right, it were happy tears. Relieved, Derek exhaled and kissed the water lines he found on the cheeks with his lips. They had come so close to losing everything and Derek knew he was going to feel that too, but right now his mind and body were still playing catch up with all that happened since it was only since yesterday that the wall was in place. He was maybe a little too pulled back emotionally, but that would settle. He knew it would, it was his way to deal when it was all too overwhelming. He had thought he was going to die, or was going to be stuck in a coma for the rest of his life. While Stiles, sweet beautiful Stiles, was all emotions right now.

"You're okay. We're okay," Stiles sniffed and wiped off a few more tears again while caressing Derek's back as if he was still the one who needed consoling.

His slender hands slipped around his wolf again and as if on cue, the magic wrapped around them too. For Stiles' eyes it looked like some golden fog with glowing ember bits floating around in it. The whole mass was lazily (nearly expectantly) swirling around them. Stiles could also feel how it was trying to reach and fire up his Spark more, wanting to become a part of it and the magic already within. A part of him kinda regretted that it was probably never going to be just them during their matings. That magic was always going to be a part of it too to some extent. But another part of him understood and accepted that too. They both were too entwined with these forces.

The amber veins have spread along his arms and hands by then, warming them up to nearly the temperature of the werewolf as Stiles caressed Derek's ass then lightly dug his fingers into the firm cheeks, pulling them towards him.

"Please, move. Make love to me..." he breathed, closing his shimmering eyes to give into his mate in submission.

"We're okay," Derek repeated to assure them both, his lips wet from his mate's tears. Moving a little, he made sure his body was settled right before he gave a slow and deep thrust with his hips. "I'm still here," he whispered with the next thrust, feeling how the skin of the other was heating up to match his own, the magic no doubt hovering all over the human like an eager lover. But this? This was all theirs and the magic was only a bystander, this wasn't something to share. Their love, their bodies, their togetherness.

"You're not losing me."

"I love you."

"So much."

"You're my home."

"My heart."

"My anchor."

With each thrust the wolf whispered words of love in Stiles' ear, kissing the dried tears even though he could still taste the salt. His movements were slow and deliberate, angling it differently each time until he knew for sure he would brush against the prostate and kept that particular angle. "You're mine."

"Derek..."

That's all Stiles could say verbally, but everything was in that one word. Relief, shock, love, amazement, desperation and need. He'd never heard or felt Derek like this. Never got so much attention, care and love from him. Both with the unbelievably moving words and that massive warmth flowing through their open bonds which Stiles knew was Derek's love for him. He'd felt it before, but it was... double the amount now... The difference between being loved by a mate with half a soul and a complete one was...

Stiles Stilinski was out of words and was utterly speechless.

So this time it was he who expressed his feelings and thoughts through touch and letting Derek feel his moved emotions. His cheeks were burning with a flush that spread down on his pale neck, painting the tip of his ears too while one of Stiles' hands held onto Derek's ass, the other to the back of his neck. Both served the purpose to keep his mate as close as possible while his own mind was completely blown away and he was only able to pant and moan and throw in the wolf's name over and over like a mantra.

He was so lost in what his mate kept murmuring into his ear that the reactions and needs of his own body became secondary for a while. Not that his cock didn't keep rubbing and oozing pre-cum against Derek's stomach. Or that his welcoming ass didn't clench around him each time he hit that sweet spot deep inside.

The pleasure was very much there just like the magic, but the front stage was their shared love's. It was overwhelming. It was moving. It was too much yet so very perfect that Stiles never wanted their mating to end.

Stiles was clinging to the muscular body of the wolf so tightly that no words were needed to express any feelings, they were bleeding into Derek perfectly like that. It was shown in the way his name was uttered over and over like a declaration of unbridled love. Derek had done that, he had made the human who never was able to shut up, not even in the face of death, speechless. With his words.

This was how their joinings should be like. Of course he didn't mind experimenting and the rougher sessions but this? This was what mating was, filled to the brim with love, so much that their bodies weren't as important and that had been exactly what he wanted to show. Because he did love Stiles, half a soul, whole soul, he loved this infuriating bossy human. Nobody could press his buttons as much as this one did and nobody had been as into saving his life either. Also, nobody had been so insistent to be part of his life. Stiles had been, and still was, the one by his side no matter what. And though it had never been like this before, it seemed like the next logical step to take between them. So here, in their loft where they were going to live together, on the kitchen table Derek had made himself out of old wood, they were finalizing what was always going to be part of them.

Love.

His thrusts intensified, because as much as he wanted this to keep going forever, he also wanted them to get there together. Which wasn't easily reached. One would usually follow the other but their bodies were certainly getting ready for the ending.

Stiles' fingers were soon digging deep into Derek's back, his lower-half meeting each faster and more intense trust as he was getting on with the program of building the sexual tension between them nearly unbearable. He too needed that release badly. He wanted to melt body and soul into Derek like never before. Because he knew this was new, that this was much more intense already than it has been before. Because Derek was whole, not just a half-being feeding off Stiles' energies and emotions.

What really made the emissary speechless was the fact that now... now he didn't feel mostly just the reflection of his own feelings. Now he could feel Derek's and his love was warm. Warmer than anything he'd ever felt. And so beautiful that it nearly made him cry again, but the harder trusts and the need to moan his head off were nice distractions from that.

As he took a glimpse down between them, he groaned nearly feral from the sight of Derek's glistening thickness ramming into him over and over. The feeling was mind-blowing too. His loose yet still tight ass was so welcoming and already pulsing around the massive shaft. Being filled over and over again so full only added to Stiles' dazed state. Along with making love to him, his mate once again managed to up the stake. Because next to the soft side of things now Derek was fucking him for real too and Stiles couldn't shut himself up. Neither did he want to. His pleasure-filled moans kept echoing in the loft as he reached down with one hand to fondle his own heavy balls.

"You... you can knot me if you want..." he finally managed to moan, nearly completely lost in the pleasures Derek was giving his glistening and glowing body, the magic flowing freely between them by then, becoming one with their shared one.

"Not yet, maybe next time. Maybe." It was too soon for that, knowing that the rut had only contained that and as amazing as it felt to not have to hold back, it wasn't what Derek wanted. This was going so well between them and he wanted to keep it like that. There was no need to knot, it was something special, something that intensified it but it was all so intense already.

Each time he pushed inside of the tight heat, he thought that was it, now he was going to come because there was no way he was going to be able to keep doing this and not explode. His breathing was more like panting, sometimes he forgot to breathe entirely, he needed to see Stiles, he needed to see that face as it was going to feel the orgasm. It took some concentration from him to be able to blink and let his eyes bleed red. Sight was different like this, different colors, different depth but he could see. There he was. There was Stiles.

Giving him an intense look, Derek knew he wasn't going to last much longer because it was impossible to keep going. Not when he could see that beautiful face staring up at him, pale and sleep-deprived. The stress had left its marks on both of them but to the alpha, the human couldn't look better.

"Stiles," he moaned breathlessly, feeling his body getting there so he reached between them for that hard and leaking shaft. It wasn't a good angle to do much, besides rubbing his thumb over the weeping exposed head. "Stiles, come for me."

And that's exactly what he did just before he put a hand on Derek's bearded cheek, realizing from the red alpha eyes and the way he moaned his name that the wolf saw him. For the first time since he had blinded himself in order to protect his mate from accidents like when he slashed his arm open with the claws. Tears welled up in the young mage's eyes again from that realization and as he caressed the glistening cheek, his body arched from the nearly too much touch on his painfully hard cock.

The next moment he gasped for air and had to force himself to keep his eyes open as his whole being felt like falling and floating at the same time. The blinding orgasm blurred the edges of his vision, only the red eyes of his wolf stayed in focus. Yelling his pleasure over and over again, Stiles’ ass clamped down hard on the ramming cock to coax out every drop of what was his... His other hand left a quickly healing scratch on his man's back while he fucked up into that grip, messing up the fingers and their stomachs with spurt after spurt of thick come.

It seemed as if this was what the magic was really waiting for because it slammed into both of them at the same time, washing over them in waves like a never-ending ocean, lifting them higher and higher in their shared pleasure. Stiles didn't even realize that he was sobbing from happiness, because his soul... his soul really met Derek's for the first time and it was indescribably intense and beautiful and moving as the two whole souls became one, poring warmth and light into every cell, every pore, the feeling of being one and belonging together wiping everything else away.

Derek wasn't even sure when he had reached orgasm because the magic had rushed over him before that and it became this wave of intense pleasure shaking him to the core. He was pretty sure he came, his body was shivering and he felt a wetness surrounding his slowly softening cock but that were the only signs because his entire body was tingling. Everything felt like it had been geared up for the grand finale and now all his muscles had deflated like a balloon.

Derek shivered from pleasure, hairs on his arms standing on end as he made sure to keep some of his weight off his mate by still leaning on his elbows. Last thing he wanted was for them to end up on the floor because the table broke. Huffing against the arched neck, he didn't move, the magic was still all around them, gleefully making its way home wherever it could, in Derek or Stiles. It didn't seem particularly picky at the moment.

Seriously, if sex was even going to get better than this, they were going to have problems leaving the bed. Each time they joined it was more intense than previous times and it seemed like it might fry his brain if it got even better. Forever ruined, that was for sure. Nothing was going to compare to this, to them together. Nothing.

Similar thoughts were rattling and floating around in Stiles' foggy mind too as he was fighting to fill his lungs with air. At some point he had to arch his head back and closed his eyes, but it didn't matter because he could still see the alpha red dancing in front of him, like a mysterious specter. But for Stiles it didn't mean danger. For him it meant safety and home. The hardships of the last time he saw Derek's other eyes during the rut seemed like a distant, half-forgotten memory and he praised the Universe for allowing him not to get triggered by anything they did today. That their souls could finally fully entwine.

The bonds... the bonds were different, he realized with his eyes still closed as he was holding onto Derek as if he was afraid to let go. It felt like the danger of getting lost in all their swirling emotions and magic was real. Either way, his inner-eye was admiring the bonds. While Derek had only half of his soul, it was mostly Stiles' magic and side of the bond that wrapped around their cores. Now... now the golden mate bond was equally twined around both their merged souls, the amber emissary bond entwining along the different colored glowing threads.

Shimmering amber eyes opened and saw them both glowing surrounded by the much calmer and 'content' magic, pulsing with their shared heartbeat as their sweaty bodies stilled, still joined just like their souls. Obviously neither of them wanted to move or break the spell that fell upon them.

Stiles only moved enough to pull Derek's head closer by his nape (no idea when his hand got there in the first place) and whispered onto his lips. "My mate... my world... my soul... my love... my home." And with that he softly kissed his wolf.

Of course Derek was already a man of few words but right now he barely knew how to form them in his head, let alone how to let his mouth do the talking. Instead he was content to simply lay there and bask in the togetherness of them joined like this. His cock had softened but because of lack of movement, it hadn't slipped out yet, keeping their bodies as connected as their souls were.

It had worried him, the connection they shared because it could harm Stiles if they were linked like this, yet the wall seemed to hold even for that. Honestly, he wasn't ready for the human to experience what Derek had in Hell. It was bad enough one of them was this broken, he wanted to protect the other from it as much as he could and for as long as he could. The wall protected both of them, and would buy them the time needed before it would crumble over the years. That's what he was warned about, that the wall was going to crumble eventually.

Breathing against the soft lips, Derek closed his eyes, letting the red fade away to welcome back the darkness. He didn't want to get used to using them unless he was wearing sunglasses, which would limit the risk of exposure. He knew it's why Deucalion had worn them as well, to be able to see with his alpha eyes.

"Yours," Derek agreed, seemingly a mantra they used without realizing it, where they would agree to mutual ownership. "Always yours."

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